Taken // One Direction [Completed]

Chapter Eight: My Fighter, My Protector, My Angel

"Good morning, sunshine!" Harry ripped open my curtains, the sun blazing in.

I put my head under the pillow, "Few more minutes!" I whined into the mattress.

He ripped the blankets off of me. Lucky for him I only slept in my bra and underwear last night. He giggled as he looked me up and down. Yes, giggled.

"Come downstairs, we have some news." He left, smirking to himself. 

I rolled out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom. The shower water was lovely and refreshing. I washed my hair and body.

I got out and looked at myself in the mirror. My dip dyed hair was still deep in color. I dried my hair and curled it in only under a few minutes.

I opened my door a crack to see if Harry was there. He was.

I wrapped myself in a towel and went out. He was sitting on my bed, smirking his adorable smirk with those adorable dimples, his adorable eyes staring into mine.

"Get dressed." He smiled. Stop killing me, I thought.

Harry began laughing like a crazy person.

"Did I say that out loud?" I asked, blushing. Harry nodded, still laughing. "Oh, sorry."

"It's okay, get dressed."

I took out a plain tank top and denim shorts, one of Niall's snapbacks, and Converse. Same as usual.

He watched me getting dressed, looking at me intently. It didn't bother me.

"Let's go." He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed as he sat down at the table and sat me on his lap. All the boys were sat there.

"We don't think it's good for you to sit home all day," Louis said, chewing on his bottom lip.

"We want to send you back to school!" Zayn smiled.

My smile dissappeared, I began shaking my head. I looked around at all the boys, shock left on my face to see if they were being serious; they were.

"No, no, no!"

Panic washed over me, and I struggled to sit still. I climbed out of Harry's lap, staring down at them, clutching onto the chair he was sat in. All their smiles seemed to have fell off their faces when they realized I wasn't as excited about the idea as they were.

The air in the room became thick, and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. I was having a panic attack.

I fell to my knees, holding my chest with one hand and my head with the other, feeling the pounding in my palm. Tears rushed over me, and I began to feel weak.

 "Tay! Jesus Christ, why can't you do anything right?!"

One of the boys shoved me against a locker. I panted heavily as he pressed himself against me, biting his lip and looking down at me. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the locker once again.

"Lay off her guys, she can do one thing right," another boy said, leaning against the locker beside me.

"And what's that?" the boy pressed against me questioned, chuckling as he held my shoulders.

The boy leaned against the locker beside me grabbed my hip and began to squeeze. "She can get on her knees."

"TAY!"

I abruptly came back into the real world, confused as to what just happened.

"W-what happened?" The boys were all stood over me.